Byrd eye View

Drivin real slow cause the wheels low

Can’t be doin deals with the real goat

A-I spittin bars im the real ghost

Lyrics I wrote down and I still post

Yeah I still post

Got the game up in a choke hold

Know I’m cutthroat

10 toes I never fold

Pockets on a overload

Ice on chain cause you know I’m cold

Pep in step cause you know I’m bold

Wallet too fat can’t even fold

Big Backwood im livin gold

RedNeck YC Royce is Rolled

B-Y-R-D got a pool

Big A-V, yeah, got a tool

But K-C, yeah, keep it cool

Uh, uh, yeah

Cruisin through with all black tint

Stayin true my money fresh print

In a Bel-Air like imma fresh prince

Backseat ridin with my chick

Country backroad swerve and twist

Pedal down then clutch and shift

Moonshine sippin with tight grip

Kickin the dust up, can’t see shit

So far out ain’t even got zip

Bonfire lit but the bass still hit

Open that shit and takin a sip

Moonshine strong, I’m curling my lip

That moonshine strong, the night look lit

Boots in the air she bitin her lip

Smokin loud while speakers rip

Weed so lit now we on a trip

She told me to get a grip

She told me to write this shit

Blowing up and makin hits

Name up on the Forbes List

I made it outta Oregon

Used to complain about the rain

Know I made it through that pain

Now my name up on that chain

And bitches screamin out my name

I came from mud and jacking things

To wearin cuts on diamond rings

I grew up hating my own brain

But now I see im not the same

That’s why I have so many names

B-Y-R-D built for fame

RedNeck YC built for game

Big Backwood stay smoking same

A-V blood up in my veins

But KC mud stay with my name

BIRD!